On one condition

“Sure, I’ll let you go. I was just playing around here anyway.”

“Playing around?!” Wonder Woman exclaims, clearly outraged, but she masters herself.

“Promise not to retaliate against me for anything that happened here tonight, and I’ll let you go.” You walk around in front of her so you can see her expression better. Also, her tits.

“I’ll swear it on the lasso.”

“And Officer Bailey over there?”

“Once she wakes up I will convince her this is for the best and persuade her to swear it as well. Yes, on the lasso,” she adds as you open your mouth to ask.

“Well that’s all sunshine and roses then. Just one condition.”

She sighs, clearly exasperated. “That condition being?”

“You agree to have dinner with me. This Friday.”

Her eyes open wide with surprise, “Dinner. You mean like a date?”

“I mean exactly like a date."

Her surprised expression quickly changes to one of disbelief, "You kidnap and sexually **** me and this officer, and now you expect me to have dinner with you."

"I thought we were putting that behind us? And for the record I haven't touched our young police friend."

"And what exactly do you think we would have to talk about over dinner?"

"I think we talk about what happened here tonight. Between now and Friday you think about what we learned here and how it made you feel. And if you would like to explore those feelings further.” You lock your gaze onto her exquisite blue eyes, “And if so, what that might look like.”

She stares into your eyes – no, into your soul. You wonder what things look like down there.

“Technically that is three conditions,” she says conversationally. “But they are all acceptable. Hold the lasso.”

You grab the loose end of the golden rope as she says, “An you release me, I swear that I will overlook everything that happened here this evening, not seeking vengeance against you, nor encouraging others to do so. I shall persuade the young officer to do the same.” She pauses just a beat, “I further swear..." She shakes her head slightly "...to have dinner with you this Friday evening."

“Agreed” you say somewhat lamely. You feel a tingle like static electricity from the lasso, and you know instinctively that the deal is set and binding.

The Amazon nods, businesslike, then calmly waits while you untie the rope from the beam and lower her until her feet are resting on the floor. You’re not short but she’s a couple inches taller than you. You untie her hands and she rubs her wrists. A part of you expects to get punched you through a wall or something any second now.

“Shall we say 6:00?” Diana says brusquely as she pulls her bustier back up to cover her tits.

“Um, sure, 6 is good.” Now that you’ve freed her, you’re suddenly not so sure of yourself. “I’ll, uh make a reservation.”

She stands, and while “Very well.” She doesn’t meet your eyes, which is fine because you’re not sure you could hold that gaze right now. She holds out her hand and you pass over the golden lasso. She starts to say thank you, visibly stops herself, and you realize she feels as awkward as you do.

“What happened tonight was not okay, and will not happen again.” Her confident Superheroine Princess voice is back, but she still can’t look at you.

“Absolutely. My bad. Never again.”

“Um right, well…” She strides over to the door and opens it. “Until Friday,” she announces as she holds the door open for you. She looks right through you as you walk past her and out into the hallway. You turn back, intending to offer some quippy parting line, but she closes the door in your face – not quite slamming it.

Best walk of shame EVER!